Friday, January 27, 2017

Blue skills

What I mean to say is, I have skills at things that are commonly considered man things to do.
I have found, that even though I can do them, I often don't get the chance to do them, as even the least competent guy will take responsibility for many of these things:

  1. Braaing. I love braaing... At least I remember I loved it those one or two times I did it about 10+ years ago. These days I obviously don't get practice, and I hear there's this art and that technique...
  2. I could probably change a wheel without a worry (save for my own personal safety from lurking men), though I haven't had to.
  3. Change a light bulb, obviously.
  4. Could probably change a plug, though, again I haven't had to.
  5. I can play chess and beat boys.
  6. I can play foosball and beat boys.
  7. I can play ten pin bowling and beat boys (I once came 3rd out of a mixed group of about 21 people, and it made a guy pretty grumpy when he took me ten-pin bowling for a date.)
  8. I can make cool stuff out of lego (Was told it looked like a boy made it, and I wish I could say I take that as a compliment, but no.)
  9. I can jumpstart a car with jumper cables, the proper way.
  10. I can even pray before a meal (lol, to all the Christian ladies out there. You know what I'm talking about!)

Friday, January 20, 2017

Smoke and cupboards

I've just recently fumigated my apartment using Fumitab. The fumigation part was fun and painless, and the part where I went to go check on the results was cool (loads of dead bugs of various sorts, as I expected), but the part where I had to pack everything away, and now the part where I'm wiping and cleaning everything, is pretty tiring.

Considering I have chronic fatigue (CFS) and have to avoid over-exerting myself, everything has to be paced. Wiping one cupboard, then rest, then the next one, then rest, and so on.

To have the energy for this I'm taking AIM Barley Life, Solal Burnout and also Solal Memory Support (because I'm listening to a MOOC I'm studying, by Coursera, and need to concentrate).

Just taking a break now to catch my breath and write this post, while sipping a mug of hot cocoa and coconut milk. There's something about having chronic fatigue that forces you to celebrate the small things and slow down and appreciate where you're at........... so I'm checking out two clean cupboards and admiring the white cleanliness.